The World In My Head

Maya A., Poetry

March 30, 2012

the lemon-faced man greets you and the donkey screams i'll do what I can lick the walls they're made of sugar and any way you figure things don't add up ground under your feet is above your head grass smells spicy...

Mirror, Mirror

Maya A., Poetry

March 30, 2012

mirror, mirror tell me what i want to hear tell me i'm not queer tell me i'm pretty tell me im witty tell me any boy would be lucky to have me don't ever tell me what you really see mirror, mirror I...

Red Jewels

Maya Ayres, Arts Section Poetry writer

March 9, 2012

Red jewels sprout from my skin Little rubies of heartache I cannot hide Red jewels always dot the floor no matter how hard I try to scrub them out Red jewels always must be few or they will crush...

Welcome to The Game

KT Patrick, Creative Writing

March 7, 2012

The Hawks had beaten the Bluejays 38-3. Although the table seated four, Stephen sat alone, head in his hands. Blond hair spilled over his fingers like a waterfall, further hiding his face from the two other people in the...

Departing

Eliana Adise, Poetry

March 7, 2012

I jumped up at the sound of the first thump. “No, not us!” my thoughts screamed in disbelief and terror, but I knew it was true. “You cannot escape,” the voices commanded as I heard the treads of the old wooden staircase...

An Autumn Breeze

Eliana Adise, Arts Section Poetry writer

February 15, 2012

  An Autumn Breeze   Sun’s light staining leaves of long past days golden as agriculture’s fresh sweet maize And wondrous new things take place Old voices that keep us in disgrace   Winter, summer, spring time too ...

Welcome to the Game

KT Patrick, Arts Section Short Story Writer

February 15, 2012

The Hawks had beaten the Bluejays 38-3.      Although the table seated four, Stephen sat alone, head in his hands. Blond hair spilled over his fingers like a waterfall, further hiding his face from the two other people...

I Used to Think

Maya Ayres, Arts Section Poetry writer

February 15, 2012

I used to think of my mind late at night imagine the electric impulses zooming around 1.65 times as fast as the national average And sometimes i swear i can feel them flinging their invisible bodies against...

Untitled (Poem)

Maya Ayres, Arts Section Poetry writer

February 15, 2012

I used to think of my mind late at night imagine the electric impulses zooming around 1.65 times as fast as the national average And sometimes i swear i can feel them flinging their invisible bodies against...

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